A faint rustle of clothing came from the passenger seat. Blackie might have shifted position.
Her voice turned cold. "What did you have him divine?"
"It was at the beginning of the year. Just a regular fortune reading, for the year ahead. Haven't you had him read your fortune plenty of times, too?" Mo Xiaoling said irritably. "We've all had readings!"
Only Mo Xiaoling's heavy breathing filled the car.
With a diviner so accurate around, of course they wouldn't pass up the opportunity. The diviner himself enjoyed reading people's fortunes. Whenever he had a spare moment, he'd fiddle with his tarot cards.
Mo Xiaoling continued, "He said I'd run into trouble in the west. The company was already looking into farms out here, and the boss was taking it seriously. The whole company was busy with it, working overtime day after day... And this place is on the western edge of Minqing. I always thought that was what he meant..."
Even Mo Xiaoling felt a headache coming on.
Fortune readings were always for a set period of time.
Because of his ability, the diviner's readings weren't just accurate—they were precise. If he said he was reading someone's fortune for the year, he meant the whole year. They'd had monthly readings, too, and those had been accurate as well.
So when she ran into trouble at work, Mo Xiaoling had naturally assumed it was the fulfillment of the diviner's prediction. She hadn't expected something else to happen before the year was even over.
Come to think of it, if not for that fortune reading, Mo Xiaoling wouldn't have remembered the abandoned farm so clearly. And when she'd wanted to dispose of the body, she certainly wouldn't have thought of the abandoned farm as such a "good place" right away.
The diviner's